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Chapter Four.

I woke up the next morning to someone shaking me. I ignored them and rolled over. What? I'm not a morning person. "Baby, wake up" who the hell is waking me up with the term 'baby?'. In fact where the fuck am I? I opened an eye to see John grinning at me with a sly grin. I groaned slightly before chancing opening the other eye. "Randy's over there" he whispered. I nodded.

"Right." I sat up "So remind me again why you're waking me up?"

"Because we, well you, have a meeting with Vince MacMahon" how did I forget that minor detail?

"Right. I should probably get up and then go and get changed at my place." He nodded.

"I'll come with" I shrugged and crawled out of bed. Pulling on last nights jeans and boots. I winced as I forced my feet into them. Randy looked over at me and threw a pair of flip flops my way. I grinned and slid them on.

"Don't say I never give you anything" he muttered as I hugged his head in a way of thanks. "Let me know how it goes" he called as I dragged John out of the door. We ambled slowly to my apartment. You try walking fast in flip flops that are too big, it's just not possible so ambling was the only way we were gonna make it.

"How long have I got?" I asked as I slumped against the mirrored wall of the elevator.

"An hour" John replied. I nodded.

"Do I go smart, smart-casual or casual?"

"The middle one?" I nodded

"Right" once inside my apartment I ran to my room and dived into the shower. I managed to get everything done inside of five minutes. Well I would have if I hadn't of cut my leg. Bloody brilliant. I pulled on my bathrobe and hopped through to the kitchen.

"What the?" he asked from his spot on the couch.

"You try shaving your legs too quickly" I muttered whilst rummaging for a plaster.

"Well.."

"Don't answer that one." I ran back into my room to dry my hair. Fuck straightening. I left it when it was mostly dry. Right clothes, clothes. I stood in my underwear staring at my open wardrobe. Smart- casual. Hm. There was a knock at the door and a John appeared.

"Hey, um sorry" I looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"It's just that you're well…"

"Not quite dressed?" He nodded "Get used to it."

"Okay" he took a seat on my bed. I grabbed a pair of gray baggy-ish trousers with pink pinstripes, which hung on my hips and slid them on.

"Yeah?" he nodded and gave me a thumbs up, "looks good" I reached for a black cami and finished it off with a black cardigan. I pinned a silver brooch on my right breast turned to face him. "Fabulous."

"Heels or no?"

"Whatever's comfortable" he offered, looking puzzled. I slid on some black suede platform type court shoes with a strap around the ankle and threw my vans in a bag. I slapped on some make-up and pinned my hair back in chopsticks.

"Let's go" I grabbed a poncho on the way out.

"That was fast" he mumbled when we were in the lift

"Shit the dog"

"I fed her"

"Thank you"

"It's fine. Stop panicking. I take it you wanted this as well?" he held out my portfolio which I'd left on my bed, I nodded.

"Thank you"

"Chill out" he squeezed my hand.

"I am chilled, this is me chilled."

Twenty-five minutes later I was sat outside Vince MacMahon's makeshift office waiting for John. I don't know why I was so nervous. I mean it's not like I didn't have a job already, but I guess it's the fact that ever since I was a kid I'd always wanted to work for the WWE. Finally, after what seemed like a year, John appeared a grin on his face.

"Chill out sweetheart" he laughed to himself. "You can go straight in" I must have looked as though I was about to be shot "don't worry I'll wait right here for you" I nodded and knocked on the door before opening it. Vince smiled and stood up.

"Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for inviting me" stupid Kerry it wasn't a party. I flashed a smile, hoping he'd see past the stupid remark I just made.

"You're welcome" he gestured to a seat; I promptly sat and waited for Vince to speak. "I'd love to sit and chat about everything you've done but unfortunately I haven't the time. So I'll put it to you straight, my editor has been watching your work for a while, especially after the article you did on Ric Flair for that website" I nodded remembering the exact one, and the effort I'd put into it, it had been one of my first big interviews, well in my eyes, c'mon on the man's an absolute legend, it had to be the one of only interviews where I asked for a picture at the end, unprofessional I know but seriously do I give a shit?. "When one of our top writers left due to family commitments recently, he put your name forward. You being here with John has only speeded up the process." I nodded. I guess he was trying to say that John didn't get me the job.

"Right" I felt I'd better say something before he thought that I'd lost my voice.

"What I'm saying is would you be willing to work for WWE Magazine?" wait..? Did he just…? My fuck. Okay, you're not a fish, close that mouth, and regain that composure girl.

"Yes" I smiled "It's one of the magazines I've always wanted to work for" might as well suck up slightly.

"Good, from what I can gather the first thing we have for you to do is a series set on the road, 'A Day in the Life of…' series. What do you think?" I nodded

"Yeah, I think you're readers could go for that, it shows the wrestlers as people…if you get me?" he nodded.

"Yeah, good to have you on board. I'll get the paperwork and full brief mailed over to you. And I'm sorry it was so rushed but its Wrestlemania weekend, I trust I'll see you at the Hall of Fame tonight?" he stood up with me following suit. Panic… John certainly hadn't asked me to go. Shit. It would be expected I guess.

"Yes, I'm sure you will" Sorry John. He opened the door for me and I shook his hand before leaving.

John was sat exactly where I'd left him. He looked up when I flopped down next to him. I sighed overdramatically and blew my hair from my face. "So?" he questioned.

"So, it seems that I've been hired to work for the magazine" he grinned.

"That's great." I nodded and smiled at him

"It's amazing. Oh and what's this I hear about some ceremony tonight?"

"The hall of fame?" I nodded "Yeah, you're gonna have to come with me."

"I know, Vince asked me about it and I was kind of lost, so I just said that I was going, whilst thinking of various reasons why I couldn't go, but if you're inviting me…" he nodded.

"Of course"

"That means I'm going to have to go shopping, so how about you bond with my dog since you're going to be seeing a lot of her." He looked puzzled. "Well this magazine work, I sort of have to come with you guys for a while."

"That's pretty cool." I nodded my head in agreement, "so what exactly are you writing about?"

"A day in the life of…blah"

"Do I get to go first?" I shrugged

"I don't know, I didn't get details, but I'll let you know." He smiled.

"So lets get out of here then." He stood up and waited for me to follow.

In the time it took for us to get back to my apartment I'd called Kim and Rosie and persuaded them that going shopping with me that afternoon was something that they simply had to do whether they liked it or not. And so on my arrival they were waiting patiently at my door, along with the rest of the crew. "Guys you're not coming shopping" I said warningly.

"We know" Tom replied smugly.

"We're giving John the big brother talk" Math finished. Oh dear God. I risked a glance at John he nodded and grinned at them all.

"Why?" I asked

"Because your brothers aren't here to do it." Matt said simply, that was true but I could imagine it now, one would tell him that he'd better not hurt me, the other would simply shrug and the eldest would threaten to bite his eyes out if he stepped out of line, or something equally grotesque and violent.

"John?" I thought he'd better have a say in this.

"Fine by me but I guarantee you won't have beer left at the end of it, plus that means you guys have to dog bond with me" they looked at him as though he'd grown another head. I ushered them all into the apartment and went to get changed into something comfier, I,E. Jeans and a t-shirt. I pulled my leather jacket on along with a beanie and grabbed my purse.

"Ready?" I asked the girls, they nodded and stood to leave, well Rosie did, Kim had to say her long goodbyes to Math, we're only going shopping mate, not to frigging France. Although I hear shopping in Paris is pretty good. I saw Rosie looking from me to John and back again, oh, right, we were supposed to do something along the same lines. I sidled up to him and kissed him softly. "I'll be back in a bit" he smirked.

"Okay honey" I rolled my eyes and grabbed the other two before leaving.

We'd barely gotten out of the building before they started "You two are so cute" Rosie gushed.

"Yeah, it's nice to see you happy with someone" Kim added. I rolled my eyes in their direction. "What? We're just saying."

"I know, I know. Anyway look here's a shop." I flounced into the expensive looking shop and started to browse feeling a bit like Julia Roberts.

"Can I help you?" an assistant pounced on me within seconds.

"Nah, I'm cool thanks" I replied returning to flicking through the dresses.

"Kez?" I looked over at Kim who had a gothic looking black number in her hands, I scrunched my face up "No. Alright then"

"This?" Rosie held a pink fluffy looking thing in my direction, it took all I had not to laugh and/or vomit at the sight of it.

An hour and three shops later I found it, hiding in a corner, seemingly abandoned. It was prefect. "This is it" I said eyeing up the dress.

"That is nice" Kim mumbled

"Yup. You'll looking stunning" Rosie agreed. The dress wasa simple looking black silk prom dress. I guess I was going for the understated look then? It had a red ribbon that passed under the bust before tying in a bow at the back. I picked up and held it against me, it came to my mid thigh, ok so a short prom dress but it was perfect, sexy yet conservative, girlish but vampy, John wouldn't be able to resist, he needed to though. I needed to stop forgetting about the whole reason behind me actually knowing John Cena.. I paid for it before I could change my mind, not that I'd want to but I tend to do it a lot and then later regret it, or I could even think about what was running around in my head.

"Shoes?" Kim asked pointing to a pair of patent red peep toe heels that matched the ribbon on the dress exactly. Perfect. I added them to the dress o the counter and paid. Thank you Mr. American Express. I dragged Kim and Rosie out of the shop before we could spend any more money that I didn't have.

Rosie hailed a taxi, something she was quite proud of, and claimed it was nothing like home to which we told her she lived in the back of beyond and so it wasn't going to be like home at all. We all fell into my apartment to find the boys sat watching a movie and drinking beer. Fun and extremely guy-esque.